The One Thing I Claim
By: Kitty E.
Duo pulled back on the thrusters until they were at 75%,
preparing for a safe and slow landing. He would have liked to do
something more interesting, challenging to him, and harrowing to
those below, but even the boy who claimed Death as a friend had to admithe had already pushed his luck one too many times today. It had
been a difficult mission to say the least, but neither Duo nor the
Deathscythe had been willing to go down. The objective was
completed... barely.
Good news, eh, Shinigami? How many did I send to you today?
More than last time? I think so... well, that's the price you pay for
keeping company with Death. He was getting close to his
destination, he could tell even before he checked his position, he
could just feel it. He reached over and flicked on the comm. "This is
Duo, mind if I drop by?" he asked, hiding his fatigue under smirk,
and an upbeat tone.
Rashid's severe features appeared in answer. "Duo-san? We
weren't expecting you again so soon." He paused briefly to tap in a
few keystrokes, "You've been cleared. I'll notify Quatre-sama."
"Nah," Duo said quickly. "You'll spoil my surprise. He'll
figure it out soon enough. Anyway, thanks man," he chuckled a little
at the displeased expression on the gargantuan Arabian's face, but
only after he cut the comm link. Always fun to flirt with danger
when you know you won't get burned. He knew he could push Rashid's
buttons for his own amusement without fear of consequence, Quatre would
never allow it.
He began to maneuver Deathscythe towards the hangar,
wondering how long it would take before the ground beneath the
thrusters would begin to shake while reluctantly decreasing their
power.
"Duo!" A warm, if surprised voice exclaimed through the open
comm link.
"You miss me?" Duo asked when Deathscythe finally set down.
"Oh yes, but your back so soon. That means the mission must
have either gone really well, or quite-" he laughed when he
realized as he was doing. "Well, I'll tell you in person. I'll be
there in just moment."
Duo smiled genuinely and began to go through the shutdown
procedures with his gundam. You know, Shingami, he thought as he
undid his harness, and opened the cockpit. You've taken a lot from
me. Everything almost. It hurts, but you know I'm not *too* bitter,
he finished almost sarcastically. His feet touched the ground and
felt a little shaky, but he forced himself to steady when he heard
someone call his name. He turned, leaving the Deathscythe to the
Maganacs for now, he'd come in to repair it tomorrow. But let's get
one thing straight, Shinigami, he warned as he spied Quatre coming
towards him. Quatre... he opened his arms just in time to be
tackled in a move that was half embrace, half collision. He folded
them tightly around the light body pressed against his and felt
Quatre's lips find his own. Quatre is mine.
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Had Duo been alone he would have welcomed sleep with open
arms, had he been with friends he would have told a story or two,
then excused himself, but with Quatre sleep seemed unimportant.
Perched atop Quatre's lap, the two of them nestled in an overstuffed
chair; he gorged himself on the affection he was starved for. Growing
up an orphan didn't lead one to have close associations; the best one
could hope for in the street was a temporary alliance. The first
brush he'd ever had with caring had been in the Maxwell Church,
Father Maxwell's, and Sister Helen's gentle, patient words of
fondness had always left him feeling love. There was Solo, too, he had always known that there was a deeper reason they stuck together so tightly other than the fact that four hands can get more food than two.
They were gone now, and while he had never really been alone
since when they had left his life, he had always felt on the outside,
in so many ways still a rejected orphan. Not that he had spent much
time moaning and groaning over all the times he'd been cheated, all
the things he didn't have. Life goes on, you never forget, but
there's no reason to dwell, it became like motto. He hadn't even
realized how lonely he'd been until Quatre had blown away all the
shields he had hiding it with a short, shy kiss.
Currently, it seemed Quatre was a never-ending well of the
affection Duo needed, mouth and tongue working to steal his breath
away, hands burrowed beneath his shirt to stroke, massage, and
occasionally even scratch down his back. Duo couldn't seem to get
enough, urging kisses to deepen, responding to Quatre's shy touches
with his own more skilled ones. He was just beginning to slip into
euphoria, to abandon his sensibilities, when Quatre abruptly pulled
away. The blonde looked embarrassed, cheeks flushed and eyes averted,
and so Duo sat back to let him catch his breath.
"Quatre? What's wrong?" he asked, a little out of breath.
"Nothing I just think that perhaps we should turn in, it's
getting late." Quatre still refused to meet his eyes, and seemed to
be waiting impatiently for Duo to get off of his lap.
Duo tried not to feel hurt, but he couldn't understand what
would make Quatre so eager to leave. As he shifted to get up, he
thought he found the reason. Oh... Duo thought in sudden
comprehension. He smiled almost mischievously, He's hard! Oh my
god, he's so hard. To say that Duo had been waiting for an
opportunity like this would be an understatement. He slid off
Quatre's lap, making sure to brush over the khaki-clad erection ever
so slightly.
Quatre's mouth trembled a little, suppressing and refusing
everything his body was asking him to do. Duo stretched laboriously
in front of him, shirt still untucked and flashing his
midriff. "You're right. Let's go to bed."
Quatre nodded, and slowly stood up. Duo pretended to be
otherwise engaged in fixing his shirt while the insanely modest love
of his life re-adjusted himself and tried to make a hasty retreat.
Duo smirked and moved after him, catching up to Quatre in the
hallway. "Your room or mine?" he asked.
"What?" Quatre asked, looking genuinely flabbergasted, but
not turning to face him.
Duo came up behind him, and slipped his arms about Quatre's
waist, hands firmly placed on his hips, but threatening to move
elsewhere if he played dumb any longer. Quatre was quiet for a
few breaths, and then asked, "Are you sure?"
"*I'm* sure. Are you? If you're not cool with this just yet,
then, " he sighed, sending a blast of hot air over Quatre's
ear, "I'll wait."
Quatre was trying to think coherently, but it still took him
several moments to ask, "You're sure it's all right? That it's a good
idea to... uh... do this so soon?"
"Do you love me?" Duo asked, softly.
Quatre blinked, Duo didn't ask often for validation. "You
know I do."
Duo squeezed Quatre a little tighter, "Me, too, so I can't
see how there could be a thing wrong with it. Well? My room or yours?"
"Mine, I think," Quatre said shyly. "It has a bigger bed."
Duo nearly laughed, How well you play the innocent, but
deep down inside your as terrible as I am.
Reluctantly, Duo let go of his prize and 'allowed' himself to
be taken to Quatre's room. Once there, Quatre became shy again, not
knowing what to say or how to start, and so Duo took the lead again,
grasping Quatre's hand and pulling him over to the bed. He flopped
down first, a half smile still on his face to keep the mood light
before he found himself feeling as lost as Quatre. He hadn't exactly
done this a million times either, in fact this would be his first too, but he had gotten close enough to it to know how it should
build up to that moment. He pulled Quatre on top of him, and let the
blonde do as he would.
Quatre wanted to say something, something sweet or poetic,
but anything he came up with just seemed silly, so he made himself
comfortable, straddling Duo's hips lightly, holding up his upper body
with one hand as the other brushed Duo's bangs away from his violet
eyes, and then leaned down to kiss him. Duo's caresses were softer
now, letting Quatre find his own pace, his own way of doing things,
one set of fingers sliding through Quatre's platinum hair, the other
slowly undoing the infuriatingly high-collared dress shirt Quatre
always seemed to wear
He closed his eyes, and let his hands fall down Quatre's back
as his lover made a line of soft kisses down his neck. He sighed both
in pleasure, and in frustration as Quatre moved his lips over all the
sensitive places he could find. Waiting as he had these months with
Quatre he'd come up with a variety of downright sinful ways to
distract himself. God knows if he ever actually went to confession he
would likely turn the most seasoned priest's face bright red with the
list of sinful thoughts, deeds, and desires he come up with during
that time. However, in almost all of them, it was Quatre instigating
things, and Quatre following them through, and now it seemed while
Quatre was still tentatively exploring he was left simply waiting to
be ravished.
Doesn't seem horribly likely that he'll suddenly pin me
down and take me... He wondered if he should take the sweet torture
for what it was, or show Quatre how he wanted it done. Quatre's
fingers were finally moving south, lips finally leaving his neck and
collarbone to move over his chest, and he decided he couldn't take
much more teasing.
He pulled Quatre's undone shirt from his pants, and slid it
down his arms slightly, then rolled over to put himself on top. They
way they were positioned meant the shift placed him right between
Quatre's legs, pressing their hips tightly together. Quatre made a
surprised noise, the soft gasp melting into a moan as Duo moved
against him, body grinding against Quatre's almost of its own
volition. He pulled back, when he we felt himself coming far too
close to the edge far too soon.
He kissed Quatre deeply, ending the kiss open mouthed, and
open eyed to see the look on Quatre's face. He found oddly intense
turquoise eyes staring back at him, the usually bright, or sometimes
solemn orbs of color were now half shaded, and practically burning
with the same desire. He scooted back a little now on Quatre's
thighs, and kissed the spot over Quatre's heart, then moved
centimeters down to flick his tongue over Quatre's nipple. They were
already hard in the slightly chill air, sensitive, and neglected,
ready to drive Quatre mad over the lightest touches. One hand
tortured and tweaked the other hardened nub of flesh as his other
hand made soothing strokes over Quatre's stomach and sides.
He felt his hair fall loose and looked up surprise, Quatre's
fingers had been undoing his braid the entire times, and were now
combing through, and periodically fisting in it. He smiled, and moved
his mouth further down Quatre taut stomach, and felt the hands in his
hair tighten as he traced a path with his tongue to Quatre's belt
buckle. He sat up to undo it, and saw Quatre turn his face into the
pillow, cheeks already hot and pink, but he was sure the blonde was
blushing even further now.
"Sit up a little," Duo asked. "I don't want you to miss what
I'm doing to you." He slipped off Quatre's khaki's, undergarments and
all. Quatre pulled off his shirt for lack of anything else to do with
his hands. Duo took the erection he'd uncovered in his hand, rubbing
his thumb of the head, and squeezing gently. Quatre began to pant,
leaning back onto his elbows, letting his head fall back. Duo
frowned, but didn't press for his lover to watch.
Instead, he dipped his head down, licking the tip, delving
into the slit he found. He ran his tongue up Quatre's full length,
even nipped ever so softly at the shaft, then plunged his mouth down
over, taking in as much he could in one sudden motion. He got what he
wanted, Quatre's strangled cry of pleasure, and an answering thrust.
He found he liked it more than he would of ever thought, both the
noises his lover was making and what he was doing to hear them. He
wondered if he should continue until Quatre came, but decided against
when he found his hand leaving Quatre's thigh to try to and sate his
own desires, only stopped by the fact he was still wearing his pants.
He formed his lips tightly around Quatre's shaft, and pulled
up slowly, drawing out a long, low moan that made him shiver. He
stared at Quatre's form for a minute, the slack lips, and mussed
hair, the heated, slick skin, and open way he laid beneath him. He
knew he hadn't lied, there wasn't a thing wrong with this in the
world, some said God has forbidden it, but Duo really couldn't see
why. Quatre's eyes blinked open when he went several moments without
any more sensation.
Duo moved back over him, until he could whisper in Quatre's
ear. "Do you have anything that would make it easier to..." he
trailed off, vulgarity was all he could have managed at that moment,
and it hardly seemed right.
Quatre thought a moment, and nodded. "In the bathroom," he
panted softly. He moved to get up but Duo stopped him. He left Quatre
briefly to rummage hurriedly through the drawers of the master
bathroom, and returned as soon as he had found it. Quatre had curled
up around himself in the cold. Duo kicked off his pants, and climbed
back into bed. His blonde lover wrapped around him, sharing in the
heat they both gave off in waves.
Duo prayed that he knew how to do this right, lubed his
fingers, and spread Quatre's legs apart. He kissed Quatre deeply,
distracting him as he slipped the first finger in and met with
resistance. He pulled away slightly, and cooed into Quatre's
ear, "Come on, angel, and let me in."
Quatre relaxed slightly and Duo gained a deeper entry, he
kissed the blondes furrowed brow, and stroked his softening erection
with his free hand to keep Quatre willing. Another finger was eased
in, and he began to stretch and stroke, do everything he could think
of to make it better for his lover. The third finger was accepted
much easier, and Duo guessed that Quatre was ready.
He removed his fingers, and moaned softly as he spread the
chilled lube over his neglected erection. He hiked Quatre's legs up,
jackknifing the body beneath his, and guiding himself to entry he'd
prepared. He thought he might warn Quatre, but he found he wanted to
see the untainted look on Quatre's face when he drove himself into
him. He pushed in slightly, enough to bury in the head and part of
his shaft, then pulled back slightly and thrust forward.
Quatre's whole body went rigid, and he cried out in surprise
and pain, forcing Duo to wait until he had adjusted to experience the
ecstasy of thrusting into his lover again. When Quatre's breathing
became less shallow he thrust again, moving in deeper than before.
Quatre's eyes were shut tight, he didn't look as though he was
enjoying it but Duo trusted it would get better for him. He moved
forward again and again, Quatre's hands entangled in his unbound
hair, his own hands and mouth roaming madly about the patches of skin
he could reach. He felt as though he were getting deeper, and deeper
each time he returned in Quatre's tight, wet, heat, until suddenly
Quatre cried out this time he knew in pleasure.
Duo froze, and memorized the spot he had hit deep inside
Quatre, pulled out and thrust again, aiming for it. Quatre cried out
even louder, wrapping his legs around Duo and rising to meet him. Duo
continued slowly at first, savoring his own pleasure, reveling in
Quatre's. "Quatre," he whispered, but the blonde was in his own world.
"Don't ever leave me, Quatre," he said, biting his lip. He
couldn't guess where the request had come from, but he knew he needed
to say it.
Quatre's eyes opened slightly, he moaned over another slow,
deep thrust. "No, never," he sighed.
Duo thrust harder, faster, working towards release. "Say it,"
he asked, almost desperately.
"I won't ever leave, Duo. Ah, Duo! I'm yours. I won't... I
won't leave you." Quatre's fingers were digging into his shoulders,
whole body tensing beneath Duo's.
"Hai," Duo said. "Mine!" he almost growled when he reached
climax. Quatre held him through the aftershocks, gently reminding him
to pull out, and kneel between Quatre legs. He took the length of
Quatre's erection in his mouth again. It wasn't long before Quatre's
cried out again, this time pouring his seed into Duo's mouth. He
balked slightly, then swallowed and licked away as much as he
could. Mine... everything of his is mine.
He shivered slightly, recognizing the cold again, pulling out
the blanket from under them, he regarded it, and tossed it aside. There
was still a sheet, and warm Quatre to snuggle with, he'd be fine.
Quatre caught him around the neck as they lay down beside each other,
and kissed him deeply. "I'm glad we didn't wait, I think," he
whispered.
"Oh?" Duo asked, with a chuckle. "I'm glad." He buried his
face in Quatre's shoulder, and sighed.
There was a long pause, and Duo nearly drifted off. "Can I do
it next time, though?" Quatre asked shyly. "Be on top?"
"You don't have to ask, Quatre. You're mine, I'm yours,
that's how it works," he replied sleepily.
He felt Quatre's hands in his hair again, massaging his
scalp, and drawing him further into slumber. He held on to
consciousness long enough to sense the light kiss placed on his
forehead, and hear the whispered words of 'I love you.' He thought he
should say them back, but the thought melted into dream Quatre... I
just... I love you too... The unspoken, but in this moment eternal
response echoed within the walls of his psyche and at last he
welcomed sleep.
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